I remember you

The smell of alcohol lingered across the room

as I heard my mother scream.

The noise was so blinding.

As soon as my father rushed up the stairs I knew.

I knew that she was

hurting.

My father went into the room and

left the door wide open for

my young eyes to view the horror about to take place.

He pulled my mother out of the window before she could

jump.

Her naked drunk body

seemed lifeless

as she went limp in my father’s arms.

He dragged her

into the closet and closed

the door shut with a belt round the handle.

I can recall standing in the doorway

when heard I glass break

and then my mother shout.

I was worried.

My father opened the door and I saw red.

Red everywhere.

My mother was holding her hand

which was bleeding and the smell of alcohol and

metal filled the room.

She was dripping,

blood.

I was running.

Down the stairs and around the corner.

The phone lied on the counter.

When I picked it up I had to remember what number to dial.

911.

“My mom, she, she, she’s hurt”.

In a matter of minutes I heard the

sirens of the cars

three times as big as I was.

I opened the door for them and sat outside in my

little jammies.

The bleeding mother of four

was carried out in a sheet wrapped around her naked body.

“Goodbye mom”

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Sad and terrifying in equal measure. That little girl watching the incomprehensible, and being left with that image, tragic. Sorrowful, haunting words, beautifully written.